Truth & Consequences...

Folks #1: Yesterday, a day of pure pleasure. Total leisure, no chores, no rushing from one place to another. Another day in our little secret garden (see previous post). We spent much our time watching the trees swaying, the little birdies flitting about, the rabbits frolicing in the grass, with fabulous music, a gorgeous, improvised in the moment soundtrack drifting thru the air to our hungry ears. It was glorious, restful, recharging, renewing. A very, very good day.

Up early, I come across a stray line of text: 

"... every choice has a moral consequence..."

Yes. Indeed. And if for some reason you think of yourself as a "good person," a person of good standing & of right thought & action, you feel compelled to act with discretion & conviction. Of course, at the same time, you have no idea how any action you take will actually play out. You make choices, and have to live with the consequences both good & bad.

That's how one earns medals & scars, bouquets & brickbats, cheers & jeers, pricks & kicks. You think to yourself that you "don't want to hurt anyone," but, really, sometimes, that is impossible, there is so much that is beyond one's yearning, will, & grasp. Choices. Sticky, tricky choices. Yikes. As per Jean Paul Satre: we are responsible for every last damn thing. Yes, life is often a heavy burden, even in the midst of paradise.